SLOANEHe reached down, positioning himself at my entrance. He started to push inside—slow, so slow, so careful. The stretch was immediate and intense, a sharp, burning ache that made every muscle in my lower body clench instinctively.“Easy,” he soothed, freezing mid-motion. “Breathe with me, Sloane. Just breathe. Relax for me. Let me in.”I forced air into my lungs, consciously unclenching. He pushed forward again—a fraction of an inch at a time. The burn stayed, but it began to shift, blending into a deep, full pressure that was starting to feel… different. Not good yet. Just… different.He watched my face the whole time, eyes dark with focus and worry. “Okay?”“Yeah,” I gasped. “Keep going.”He did. Inexorably. Filling me inch by agonizing inch until I felt split open, stretched beyond what seemed possible. Tears pricked my eyes—not from pain exactly, but from the sheer, staggering *fullness* of it. Too much sensation. Too much of *him*.Finally he bottomed out, hips flush to mine
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